According to my years of experience, it supposes to be my period.
“Turn on the light.” I say to Frances Louis.
Apparently, Frances Louis doesn’t know what happened. He says to me with a smile,
“Since when you become so bold and like to do it with the light on?”
The man reaches out his hand and turns on the light.
I quickly push him away and look down. It is really my menstrual blood, which looks especially
conspicuous under the white sheet.
“Sorry, my period comes. You can only help yourself.” I say to Frances Louis lamely.
His face darkens down, his deep eyes turn to me, and he hums, “What can I do?”
I think and say to him, “there are a lot of women. You can find someone to release your desires. Or...”
I pause and say to him blushingly, “You can use your hand, too.”
Anyway, my period comes and I can't have sex with him. Even if he doesn't think it gross, I think it's
dirty.
Frances Louis looks at me with a flirtatious smile. He grabs my hand, and says, “Or you can help me
with your hands.”
Then, he puts my hand on his hot giant member.
That thing bounces in my hand and scares me.
I never know this thing would bounce.
My reaction makes Frances Louis chuckle, “the pure woman is more interesting than the experienced
ones.”
He holds my hand and my hand holds his member, shaking up and down.
I have never done it before. My face is so red which almost bleeds.
I am deeply ashamed to do this for him.
“No.” I wriggle and want to take my hand back. But Frances Louis grabs it tighter.
“Shush. You know what I will do if you provoke me.”
His words stop me from resisting, so I turn my head away and followed his movements up and down.
Frances Louis moans. His face shows that he is comfortable and enjoying.
After a while he loosens his hand, and says to me in a low voice, “Do it yourself.”
I shake as Frances Louis just did, but slowly.
Little by little he teaches me, and I become more and more skillful.
However, Frances Louis keeps strong and form. Finally, he makes me tired but doesn’t mean to come.
“Would you finish it quickly?”
I ask anxiously.
I haven’t used a tampon yet. I'm on my knees with my legs tucked, and my stomach begins aching.
“You shaking quickly can make me come faster.” He says to me in a low voice.
My stomachache is getting worse, and I could do nothing but speed up, as Frances Louis said. The hot
thing in my hand grows bigger and Frances Louis's breathing quickens.
At last, with a low roar, his cum was all over my hand.
The cloudy white liquid splashes on my chest, my face, and even on my hair.
My nose is filled with a strong smell of disinfectant.
Frances Louis looks at me with his dark eyes.
His giant part is still firm and strong, having no intention of softening. I am a little afraid, hurriedly get
out of bed, take a tampon and run to the bathroom.
I know how seductive I look. If I arouse his desire, my hands would be broken.
I put a tampon in and go out of the bathroom.
Frances Louis lies in bed, his eyes closed. I don’t know if he is asleep or not. I was going to change the
sheets first!
It is stained with my blood. He doesn’t mind?
Usually, he never sleeps in my room. Even if we did in his room, he would ask me to leave. So, I
thought he hated being in the same bed with me.
Now he sleeps in my bed, should I sleep on the floor?
My period comes, how could he treat me like that?
After hesitation, I pat Frances Louis on the shoulder and whisper, “Are you asleep, Frances Louis?”
He doesn’t open his eyes, but answers me in a low voice, “no.”
“Would you please move your noble body and go back to your royal bed?” I ask.
“Get on the bed and cut the crap.” Frances Louis stretches out his hand and scoops me to bed. Then
he holds me in his arms.
He doesn't open his eyes, but answers me in a low voice, “no.”
“Would you please move your noble body and go back to your royal bed?” | ask.
“Get on the bed and cut the crap.” Frances Louis stretches out his hand and scoops me to bed. Then
he holds me in his arms.
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